Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 910

Henry, nestled in his mother's embrace, quickly turned into a sweet, sleeping angel. Mia held her little bundle of joy close, reluctant to drift into slumber herself. Watching her son's adorable chubby face as he peacefully slept was a sight she cherished, something she couldn't see during the hustle and bustle of the day.

Andre was about to move their sleepy son to his own room when Mia gently interrupted, "He hasn't seen me all day. Let him stay in my arms tonight. Our little guy isn't even a year old yet, and I just can't help but feel for him."

Andre, seeing the tiny bundle, felt his heart soften too, and agreed to let their son stay with them for the night.

Before bed, Andre took a shower. Emerging, he found Mia engrossed in a book, and casually mentioned, "Anya already spilled the beans."

Engrossed in her reading, Mia didn't catch on immediately. "What was that?"

Andre locked eyes with her, his gaze steady and intense.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, Mia's mind raced back to the incident with the young couple who had threatened her. She quickly closed her book, turned to face Andre, and asked nervously, "What did she say?" "Do you really want me to repeat it?" Andre asked, his voice cool.

Mia felt a wave of caution, anxiety, and unease. She looked at Andre, swallowing hard, unsure if he truly knew the details.

If he didn't know, was he trying to catch her off guard? Remembering her sister's advice about not falling into traps set by their significant others, she decided to play it safe and not confess.

But what if he did know? Maybe admitting it upfront would earn her some leniency, considering her past "youthful indiscretions." Plus, with little Henry acting as a buffer in bed, she hoped Andre wouldn't be too harsh. In a leap of faith, Mia decided her husband couldn't possibly know everything.

If he did, he wouldn't be letting their son stay with her tonight. And really, how bad could his punishment be? She'd already been through tough challenges, like being signed up for a prep course. She could handle whatever came next. "Honey, I truly have no idea what you're talking about."

Andre gave a knowing smile, "Seems like you're pretty stubborn."

Feeling a mix of guilt and fear, Mia decided to end the conversation, afraid Andre might actually uncover something. She set her book on the nightstand, pulling the covers over herself and Henry, "Wake me at 5:30 tomorrow morning." Andre replied, "That's a bit early. How about 6:30?"

Henry, snuggled against his mom, lay peacefully, embodying pure bliss. Even in his sleep, his parents couldn't resist showering his little face with kisses.

Mia adapted quickly to her new routine. Initially, waking up early for her prep course was a struggle. But soon, she started setting her alarm earlier each day, "Wake me at 6:50 tomorrow, honey." Then, "Make it 6:40."

As days passed, she aimed to be the second earliest at her prep class, eventually asking to be woken at 5:30. Each morning, Andre would tenderly tease her, "Hey, Little Mia, aiming for second place at the prep class today?" Cuddled under Andre's arm, Mia would mumble sleepily, "Let them have their moment today. I'll go for it tomorrow."

Andre, amused, would just snuggle her closer and drift back to sleep.

Despite her efforts, Mia never quite managed to be the second to arrive at her prep class. Each morning, the classroom was already half full, fueling her anxiety.

One morning, at 6:20, Andre had to coax Mia out of bed.

Henry was still snoozing away.

Mia moved quietly, careful not to disturb Henry or make too much noise while getting ready. "Honey, I'm squinting. Can you grab me a towel?" she whispered.

She ensured their towels were regularly cleaned, having left them to dry on the balcony the day before and forgetting to bring them in.

Hearing his wife's soft call, Andre promptly fetched her towel.

Before leaving, Mia sat at her vanity,

17.

lamenting the makeup that would expire unused because of her pregnancy, motherhood, and now her studies. She applied some basic skincare, grabbed her backpack, knelt by the bed to kiss her son's cheek, whispering, "Mommy's leaving."

Sensing her departure, Henry stirred a bit. Mia gently patted his back until he settled, then quietly left the room.

As soon as she stepped out, she fretted, "Honey, I asked you to wake me at 5:30. Now I'm running late."

"Studying and sleep can coexist. Doing well isn't about clocking hours in the classroom; it's about working efficiently," Andre reassured her.

Mia shook her head, unconvinced. "If I don't get there early, I feel like I'm slacking."

Downstairs, breakfast was laid out, but Mia protested, "I can't eat, I'm running out of time."

The housekeeper looked to Andre for guidance.

Seeing his wife upset from the late wake-up, Andre tried to compromise, "Have a glass of milk before you go."

"I don't have time," Mia retorted, reminiscent of her teenage years when she'd get upset if her parents didn't wake her on time.

Soon, the housekeeper handed Andre a glass of warm milk meant for Mia, along with eggs and bread.

Still in a huff, Mia sat in the passenger seat, urging, "Hurry up, I'm going to be late."

Andre, softened by his wife's

morning grumbles, handed her the milk, keeping the bread and eggs ready for the drive. "Why didn't you wake me earlier?" she questioned.

Andre explained, "You slept late, and waking too early would leave you drained all day. Studying without energy doesn't make sense."

"But I'm not happy, and when I'm grumpy, I can't focus," Mia admitted, knowing she shouldn't take it out on Andre, but unable to help herself.